Love 2011
Poem T.Wijaya
Hurt man. Hurt Man. Nail nail jabs the love. Tickets hates us. Stasion too silent bus.
Mother, I will go home. Please cleans my clothes.
Mother, I will go home. Please my interest take bath.
Here hurt. Waxy takes care of also death. Celestial kiss my journey deep soil.
Mother, I will go home. Please makes our injuring create coffee.
2006
Music PAPPERLANE LAID WASTE by The Beatles
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